A sprinkling of shining dust,
A healthy smattering of belief
All it takes to rise into the air,
To soar above the clouds.
Simple belief in the impossible
Children see reality as it ought to be
Everything real, possible too.
Imagination and faith combine
To making anything--everything possible.

They gather when the fields are green,
beneath the golden sun,
they gather in the meadow,
ready for some fun

They run amongst the grass,
waving above their heads,
they skip into a circle,
and gladly, catching hands:

they hop to the left and spin to the right,
they sing their happy tunes,
while others play the fiddle and fife
upon a gray mushroom

In and out they weave around,
threading through the daisies,
Up and down they dance around
to the skies music is raising